The family banquet started early and ended early. After eating, he said hello to Mr. Li, nodded to Li Yuer, and then returned to his residence in the carriage sent by the Li Mansion.
Yu'er asked in the car, "Didn't the young master write a lot of poems on weekdays? That poetry meeting they talked about, young master, you can choose any poem at will, wouldn't it be excellent?"
Yu'er was not used to her young mistress's cousins. In her eyes, her young master was very talented and learned, and he would definitely not be as bad as they whispered.
"Haha, is this necessary? You are still young and don't understand this. A truly knowledgeable person will never show off everywhere..."
When he returned to his residence, he felt a little tired. Looking at the group of students, he felt happy and drank a few more drinks. He didn't know if his body couldn't communicate with his mind, but he seemed to be a little overwhelmed by alcohol.
Logically speaking, Su San should be able to deal with the water and wine easily after spending the whole time wandering among the flowers, but this was not the case.
There are still some mysteries that I don't understand about this body that doesn't belong to me. I have to find a way to fully integrate this body with my consciousness.
I heard that there were many martial arts masters in ancient times. They often had extraordinary skills and were high in heights. I don’t know if this is true. If it is true, you should learn a thing or two yourself. Even if you cannot practice peerless martial arts, you should understand your current body.
, is not a bad thing. Otherwise, one day, the body and the brain are separated, and there will be a big problem.
If you can learn light skills like Lingbo Weibu, you will have a way to escape if there is an emergency.
"I'm going to bed first, why don't you go and have a rest too?" Thinking of this, he waved his hand and asked Yu'er to have a rest too.
Yu'er tilted her head and said, "Since the young master is going to bed, can Yu'er go to the Linyuan Poetry Festival to have fun?"
"Oh, are you going alone?"
"No, the young mistress is going too, and so is Yu'er Lu'er. The Li family's carriage is still waiting outside the college?"
"Since everything has been arranged, why don't you come and ask me?"
Yu'er said aggrievedly, "Of course I have to help the young master go to bed before I can go. If it's late, it won't be a big deal if I don't go. If the young master is unhappy, it's just that Yu'er won't go."
"How can I be unhappy? If you have such an opportunity, you can go and have fun without having to stay by my side."
"real?"
"Of course it's true." He waved his hand, indicating that Yu'er didn't need to say any more.
Yu'er went to bring him some water to wash his face and feet. He washed a little, then leaned on the bed, and fell asleep after a while.
After Yu'er cleaned up, she returned to the room. When he had fallen asleep, she quietly tried to exit. Her eyes glanced at the paper cylinder where the paper scrolls were placed. Her eyes turned around in a circle, and she quietly walked out of the room.
After taking a picture, he turned off the lights and left.
I ran to my place, unfolded the scroll and took a look, and saw that it was a painting. There were cows, men and women in the painting. The painting was really ugly. There was a poem written in the upper left corner of the painting, and the words of the poem were written in it.
Even if it is excellent, the words must also be good.
Yu'er picked up the pen she used to practice calligraphy, put the word on a piece of paper, gently blew the ink dry, and then put it into her arms with a smile.
The poetry meeting will not officially begin until after dinner and after dark.
The Linyuan Poetry Club is held in Linyuan, as the name suggests.
Linyuan is a villa of the Su family in the city. It is a place specially used to hold various activities. Of course, this activity venue is not limited to the Su family's own use. Most of the time, it is also rented out to other parties.
People do things.
After dinner, Li Yuer sat and talked with her cousins for a while. It was getting dark, so she told Fu Yuer to prepare the car.
After a while, the carriage was ready, and Yu'er ran over with a blushing face, holding a bowl of fried fish nuggets in her hand.
Lu'er faced Yu'er, pointed at the fried fish nuggets and complained, "I didn't know how to bring some before dinner, why did you bring them now?"
"The young master said that these can only be eaten by the young mistress and a few of us. If we really want to bring it to the family banquet, firstly, there are not so many, and secondly, everyone is addicted to it, and there will be nothing for us to eat."
When Luer heard this, she quickly took the fried fish nuggets and hid them under her sleeves, "Fortunately, I didn't bring them with me. Then we'd better keep quiet and hide in the carriage to eat."
The little girl is also greedy. If it is really because of the family banquet that there will be less food in the future and she has nothing to eat, then she will not refuse.
Li Yuer came out and asked Yu'er, "Is your young master really not going to the poetry gathering?"
"Back to the young lady, the young master drank a few more glasses of wine and has already fallen asleep. I don't think he will go."
Li Yue'er didn't have much expression on her face. She nodded without saying anything and led the three little girls in the car to Linyuan.
It was completely dark, but Wuling City was packed with people. It was rare that all the people took to the streets today, so most shops also put up lanterns on the streets to attract customers.
Vendors of all kinds were hawking along the street, and some set up huge stalls on the ground with the help of store lights. Many people brought their families and carried lanterns and walked slowly through the crowd, crowding the originally narrow main street.
If you climb high at this time and look toward the city, you can see slowly flowing rivers of lights flowing around the city.
The street was noisy, and the shops facing the street were also noisy. People flowed in and out, walking into this shop and walking out of another shop.
The slightly famous restaurant was already packed, and most of the tables were filled with young people talking loudly. On the one hand, they joked: Instead of going to some stupid poetry party, it would be better to sit together with friends and drink and chat; on the other hand, they were interested in those who received
The students invited to the poetry meeting showed envy in their eyes.
Some people said angrily that so-and-so was not as good at poetry as he was, but he was invited anyway. Someone must be blind to do such nonsense.
Some people also said loudly, "We also made a few good poems and posted them. If the poems in those poetry conferences are compared, how can their poetry conferences be held... Often when the discussion comes to this point, someone will probably come up with their own poems."
The poems are very deep and authentic: I did get a few lines here, but they may not be as good as the poems at the poetry meeting.
So everyone spread the word one by one and praised him in unison.
Phenomenons like this will be played out in countless cycles tonight in all the major restaurants and shops in the city.
The flower boats of the four major brothels have now left the lake shore and gone to the center of the lake. If there are people on the shore, you can faintly hear the sound of singing on the boat, and occasionally you can hear the loud laughter of a certain talent.
The talented people who could get on the boat could only board the flower boat with a sense of loss, shaking their heads and sighing.
Of course, the most lively place tonight is not these flower boats, nor the various large and small poetry gatherings, but the open space beside the school field in the heart of the city.
Later on, poems from various poetry societies, big and small, will be sent here by dedicated people for everyone to comment on. There will also be people from various poetry societies waiting here to pass on the good works from other poetry societies to their own.
Poetry meeting.
Therefore, many talented scholars have gathered here for a long time. They bought water and wine, placed some snacks, sat on the floor, drank and talked freely. There were also a large number of vendors wandering around.
When someone rushes in from all over the city with a poem manuscript in one hand, saying something like, "So-and-so's poem has arrived," etc., the crowd on the campus will begin to surge.
Someone will post the poems on a wall, and there will also be someone who will record these new poems, and then comments will be heard everywhere about the poem... It's just that the quality of the poem is difficult to judge. Poor works and excellent works.
The boundary between them is very obvious. Anyone who has studied poetry can often tell whether a poem is poor or not at a glance.
But if they are both masterpieces, it is a matter of different opinions as to which one is better. Therefore, no one will be convinced by anyone this night, and there will definitely be no shortage of spats.
The carriage moved too slowly, so Li Yue'er had no choice but to abandon the carriage and walk towards the forest garden while walking.